However, her reserve was in vain, as Chen Ya didn't even notice her.
Jin Lan felt even more upset.
She came here on her own initiative, and it would have been fine if Chen Ya didn't just disarm and greet her with courtesy, but he didn't even look at her!
If this wasn't a program recording, Jin Lan would definitely let everyone on the boat know that Chen Liang was... an idiot!
He Su and Yu Xiaoxiao both said that she was not out of tune, and no one in the entire crew thought she was out of tune. Only he said that he was out of tune. Could it be that he understood better than the mentors?
Between Jia Yi, the musical genius, and Meng Xing, the musical prodigy, she picked this musical loser. She didn't even despise him, but he got the upper hand!
Does this make sense?
Jin Lan decided that she had to explain things clearly to Chen Liang and make him put himself in the right place.
Jin Lan strode up behind Chen Ya, crossed her arms, and said coldly, "Are you really not going to play anymore?"
Chen Ya then realized that there was someone behind her, but he was immersed in writing music and just turned around to look at her.
He slapped a piece of paper on Jin Lan with his backhand and said crisply:
"I haven't finished the song yet, please memorize the lyrics first."
Jin Lan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took the manuscript paper. Looking at the song title on it, she was slightly stunned:
"U...Umeko sauce?"
Chen Ya didn't have time to pay attention to her. Jin Lan sat on his bed and looked down at the lyrics.
"Leaning on the tree branch, a dragonfly landed beside the dew to cool off. Under the black plum tree after the confession, the soil sprouted... Is this a composition written by an elementary school student?" Jin Lan complained.
"If you're not satisfied, just write your own lyrics. There's no need to waste time on this nonsense."
Jin Lan really wanted to shout out loud, "Can you be nicer when talking to girls?", but she was afraid that Chen Liang would really let her write the lyrics herself, so she held it back.
Moreover, Chen Liang was very good at arguing with people, and she felt that she couldn't win the argument.
In order to save her face, she took the lyrics and found fault with them word by word.
"What does 'slow cooking leads to a long-lasting flow' mean? It doesn't make any sense."
Chen Ya was a little speechless. He knew that many young stars in the entertainment industry were uneducated, and Jin Lan's remarks still made him want to hit someone.
"It's a rhetorical device, like the line 'Your hair is as white as snow, adding poignancy to our farewell' in 'Hair Like Snow,' or 'The plump ears of rice bring happiness to this season' in 'Seven Miles of Fragrant Osmanthus,' both use the same rhetorical device."
Jin Lan sat there in a daze. Although she didn't understand, she felt that it sounded quite reasonable.
Chen Ya turned to look at her: "Have you never heard of 'Hair Like Snow' and 'Seven Miles of Fragrance'?"
"No," Jin Lan said, "I thought you wrote it randomly, but it turns out you didn't."
"Uh..." Chen Ya rubbed his forehead. Some of the things this person said were really hard to hold back.
Jin Lan curled her lips and said, "Tianya is a famous writer, so no one would question his writing. But if you write like that, many people will think there's something wrong with it, right? I just think it reads weird."
Chen Ya said helplessly: "Tian Ya also became a famous writer by writing one song at a time."
Jin Lan lowered her head and continued to find fault:
"'Your faint smile is like plum jam, and I taste the mint flavor of lipstick at the corner of your mouth.' Hey, you're a grown man, why do you write such cloying songs?"
Chen Ya finally couldn't stand it anymore and turned around and asked, "What do you care about me?"
Jin Lan was scared and lowered her head: "Why are you so fierce? I'm just asking."
"I won't get tired of you singing." Chen Ya turned back to writing the music, "Read the lyrics carefully and think about how to handle the emotions..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that with Jin Lan's cultural level, it would be good enough for her to understand the lyrics, so how could she guess the emotions?
Let’s learn to punctuate first!
So he changed his tone and said, "Memorize the lyrics first, so you don't forget them later."
"oh."
Fortunately, Jin Lan still had some professional ethics and did not continue to rebel. Instead, she picked up the lyrics and memorized them.
Although she was in a bad mood with Chen Ya, she still wanted to perform well and didn't want to miss this opportunity.
After lying in bed and reading the lyrics for a long time, Jin Lan gradually felt bored and picked up her phone to watch the live broadcast.
Now, the crew is filming Qin Yunshang's group over there, and the live broadcast room is full of people calling "Yunshang'er" and watching the beautiful little Qin.
In the camera, Meng Xing was acting crazy, drinking, shaking his head, and banging his head against the wall, while Qin Yunshang was leisurely practicing her voice beside him.
It seems that the biggest difficulty their group faces right now is that Meng Xing has no inspiration.
Writing a song is not that difficult, but it is not that easy either.
An experienced musician only needs one motive, and this motive can grow into a melody, and this melody can grow into a whole song.
Meng Xing is known as a musical genius and he must be very talented. It’s not that he can’t write, but he has high demands on himself. He must come up with some "click-click" ideas before he starts writing.
So he started to compete with himself, thinking about singing so much that he went crazy.
Jia Yi has some drafts saved, but Meng Xing’s songs haven’t even started yet.
In comparison, Jin Lan suddenly realized that Chen Liang's song writing speed seemed to be quite fast.
Just don't know what the quality is like.
Sitting up, Jin Lan asked, "How long will it take you to finish writing?"
Without even turning his head, Chen Liang said, "10."
Jin Lan asked, "10 what? 10 days? 10 hours? 10 minutes?"
"9, 8, 7, 6..."
Chen Liang began to count down. When he reached "1", he put down his pen, turned around, slapped the music sheet on Jin Lan's legs and said:
"It's written, sing it."
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